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A/f/ Fair Cliché | seasideauthor SR
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November 7, 2014. Seasideauthor Sharon Rose Thomas. Life is not fair,. No it is not. What. You make of it. Is what life is. Some of us had. You would like to apply. Humanity: nothing is fair. Can we ever just. Value a life as a life. For all to bear. I think. We all bear enough just. Just saying; not. Everyone can live up. To anyone else’s. Expectations. If we super-. Maybe I shoulda, coulda,. Woulda, stepped outside. Of a relationship or. Marriage for whatever,. But I never. Was that fair. Verb Coffee, &.
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maybe the superpower’s in the hair &no one knows //about the secrets of — | jaywalking the moon
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Poetry by claudia schoenfeld. I’m still wondering where the 9th floor elevator button leads to actually →. Maybe the superpower’s in the hair &no one knows / about the secrets of —. July 23, 2015. I grow my armpit hair now, planA. Dye ‘em pink —. PlanB still in the making, see/. That they ship them detached. In a cardboard box across a thousand bridges, canyons, hills,. I’ve made their bed. In our living room. A hammer next to them, two towels 2quench the blow. Til someone finds–. A piece of canvas.
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there’s few things that you cannot paint on actually | jaywalking the moon
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Poetry by claudia schoenfeld. Trust me, it’s a nightmare for some paintings to hang in a sterile, air-conditioned space. My philosophy of cutting elephants into tiny slices →. There’s few things that you cannot paint on actually. July 14, 2015. I’d paint music onto trashbins (pentatonic&chromatic licks/ riffs). And on all the fences, hashtags, toilet seats. If people let me, free–. In the presence of good friends (eating eggplants. With a yogurt pomegranate topping from my newest cook book). Ha How can y...
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Purple Bumbershoot - A Poem - Tameka MullinsTameka Mullins
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Author. Blogger. Storyteller. Purple Bumbershoot – A Poem. Prompt asked us to take three words that either describe us or mean a lot and three words that describe people or things we’re grateful to have in our lives. We were then tasked to create a short poem no longer than 12 lines incorporating the six words. Here is what I came up with:. Girl with wooly hair loves words. She walks in the rain holding a purple bumbershoot. Dreaming of a tantalizing. Her ideal suitor is creative. Music from the Caribbean.
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Beauty
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A Dash of Sunny. Residing, reflecting, revolving. Inside a heart, more nature than art. Radiating, emerging, blooming. Photo Credits: favim.com. Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United. August 12, 2015. August 12, 2015 at 11:27 am. A beautiful heart radiates outward and can be seen / felt by all in that person’s presence! August 12, 2015 at 11:34 am. Thank you so much, so glad you liked it 😀. Highly appreciated, lots of love 🙂. August 12, 2015 at 11:29 am. August 12, 2015 at 11:35 am. True beauty does ...
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Królewskie Wolne Miasto Nowy Sącz Polska: Is it winter?
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016. In the distance,. To the city,. Posted by Mariusz Te. February 24, 2016 at 11:21 PM. February 24, 2016 at 11:46 PM. Jeszcze piękniej będzie, gdy będzie już zielono, wiosennie :). February 25, 2016 at 1:04 AM. Осталось немного до того, как оживет природа. Красивый вид. Anneli A /Pihakuiskaajan puutarha. February 25, 2016 at 9:04 AM. Very nice views and nice pictures. We have so much snow at the moment! February 25, 2016 at 6:49 PM. Dunajec, my beloved river! A few weeks ago, ...
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Królewskie Wolne Miasto Nowy Sącz Polska: September 2016
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Wednesday, September 7, 2016. One of the many events that took place in NS was a gathering of old cars. The sun was setting. And hid behind the building so it was not the best for shooting, but a few pictures. I will show shortly . Posted by Mariusz Te. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. When autumn loses his robe. And while autumn is gone completely . I Brygady street ( The first brigade street). Christmas decor main square. Pumptrack - the largest in Poland. The G...
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Poetics: The Book of Dead Man | dVerse
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Poetics: The Book of Dead Man. Asymp; 73 Comments. The Book of the Dead. Growing up in my native land, November 2 and 3 are marked with going to church and praying for the dead. This is the time cemeteries are filled with people, flowers, chairs and tents. Despite the solemn occasion, there is a festive air as family members gather bringing candles and food. On the downside, you can imagine the horrible traffic, trash and the noise during the weekend. I sometimes wonder what the dead have to say? He will...
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Trespass
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A Dash of Sunny. Crouched behind a bush tonight;. Beneath the moon – sliver light. Drew the soul into view;. Cloaked in deep midnight blue. As stars utter unto the night;. Passed and vanished out of sight. His lone trespass – a streak of paint. Close enough for one to faint. Buried deep into thought;. What was it – that he sought? Photo credits: www.wallbu.com. Posted for Flash 55 Plus @ Real Toads. Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United. August 1, 2015. August 1, 2015 at 11:59 pm. What do they seek?
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Fusion – Delaina J. Miller
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The Unique & Sundry. Published Articles & Works. July 22, 2015. It’s what we do. There is no point in denying. Some under a geographic flag. Some beneath religious signs. We stand linking arms on specific sides. Of political and picket lines. Even our tongues speak. In tones and clicks. Yoked in culture and history. It’s our destiny to gather. To know the heat of the sun. To dream in the glow of the moon. We see the magic of a rainbow. Arcing colors between the ground we stand. You might also like. What ...
